The 5 Stages of Grief (When Doing Assignments)
11:06:00Sometimes, the idea for a new blog post eludes me. In the more serious cases, even showers don't help, and sitting on the 'royal throne' only gives me leg cramps. It is during moments like this that I resort to the classic Hollywood method of churning out a new blog post for all to enjoy. I scour and scan through all my old blog posts, give it a gritty reboot and market it as a brand new idea.
Which gave me the idea for this blog post. I've written about the 5 stages of grief before, in the wordy form and in a fairly emo comic form. This was about 3 years ago when I actually still had a girlfriend and could use the 5 stages of grief model to portray my teenage angst. 3 years later, I'm about as close to having a girlfriend as Tom is to catching Jerry and all the teenage angst has been pried away by the cold, slimy fingers of old age.
3 years ago, I was a child who knew nothing about the harsh realities of life. 3 years later, I have grown up to be a man-child who knows about a bit more about the world, but pretends not to. While many of my friends have moved on into the working world, I remain as a student; blissfully living out my final year as a student, free from all the stress of a working adult. I love everything there is to love about being a student.
Except for all the assignments. I freaking hate assignments.
SERIOUSLY. WHY? THERE'S SO MUCH RESEARCH TO BE DONE AND SO MANY WORDS TO TYPE. SO DAMN MANY WORDS TO TYPE. I FEEL LIKE KILLING SOMETHING!
I would say Cheerios, but it's not very cheery when I'm dead.
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